Day 8 - If you could go back in time (before your addiction/disorder) what would you tell yourself?
Dear 12th grade me,
First in forth most, I want you to know that you are absolutely, stunningly beautiful. And no, not just in the physical sense (though you're beautiful physically too).
You are beautiful in SPIRIT. You are kind, generous, and loving. You have sacrificed your whole life to aid and protect your family. So don't listen to mom's degrading insults, ok. Don't believe them for one single nanosecond. You are not judgemental , you are not a bitch, you are not a bad daughter, and you are not responsible for mom's drug addiction. The words mom says aren't gospel. Honestly, she just enjoys saying things that hurt others. It makes her feel better about herself when she hurts you. I know that you won't believe me for quit sometime, but mom is just a really bad person.
I want you to know that despite what she says, you are simply doing the best you can, given the limited amount of resources and the limited amount of adult guidance that you have to work with. And that's ok, ok?
Later in life, you'll learn to appreciate yourself some more. You will learn that you are nothing less than a divine daughter of your God and your Goddess, and that fact alone, makes you so imperfectly perfect. So try and stand a little taller, baby, and just know that you're special.
Also, know that you are a strong, intelligent, artistic, talented individual. Don't be so afraid of failure, that you stop acting and stop writing. I'll tell you something- your creativity is going to be your only savior through these hard times. Indulge in it wholeheartedly. Yea, so you're seventeen and your art is a little rough around the edges. So you're not ready just yet to be the star of the show, or to publish a best selling novel. Keep your faith in yourself, okay? In order to succeed, you must first fail and fail, and fail again. You must create, and create, and create A LOT of bad work, until you are able to reach your full potential. So don't create for perfection, or for praise, alright? Create for you. Because it makes you happy. Because you deserve it! Because it is your soul's joy! And just know that anything you create, though it may be rough, it is still beautiful, because it is a reflection of you.
And I'll tell you again, because I know you need to hear it again, that you, my dear, ARE BEAUTIFUL! Far beyond what you know.
Also- a little tip- don't depend on anyone but yourself to save you from your current situation. Especially not a fifteen year old kid who's lazy, doesn't care about much aside from Green Day, and has his own troubled childhood to work through. Not saying he isn't great. Cause he is, in his own unique, wonderful way. But hun, he's just way too immature and young to be your emotional crutch in these hard times. And he's not capable of whisking you away, and saving you from your mom's shit. That's fairy tale stuff, babe.
I want you to know now, he is going to leave you, because your turbulent emotions and living situation will be too much for him to deal with. He will leave you when you are at rock bottom, when your world is crashing down. You will run to him for comfort, but honey, instead of hugging you, he's gunna tell you that you and your life is too much to deal with, then he's just gunna walk away for good.
And that's okay. I want you to know that just because he leaves you like this, it doesn't make him a horrible, disgusting person whose guts you should hate. In fact, it makes him nothing more than a normal fifteen year old boy, who, like even a good amount of adults, isn't prepared to deal with a living situation so traumatic.
Also, while we're on the subject, him leaving you doesn't make you unlovable, or too much to deal with, or too emotional for anyone to handle. You are a passionate, wild, fiery girl, who feels and lives deeply, and has been through a lot of challenges in a short amount of time. You are complex, and strange- you're not someone just any normal person is going to know how to love. You require someone who can accept how hurt you've been. And that's ok. In fact, it's kind of beautiful. You'll meet that person one day.
That being said, you're still going to have to be you're own savior. Be your own hero. Do not rely on anyone else to pick up all your broken pieces, or to mend you when things fall apart. It's a dirty job, but it's one you're going to have to suck up and do on your own. I know I already said this stuff to you, but it'll do you good to hear it again. You're strong enough to save yourself. I believe in you. And I love you.
Oh- and one more thing. Once you do decide to save yourself and run, life is not suddenly going to be amazing. I'll tell you now, and I know you hate to hear this, but the worst is yet to come. All you're going through right now is going to leave some pretty nasty wounds and scars behind. They will take the form of mental illnesses, of isolation and weeks spent crying in bed, among other things. I want you to know that as I write this, life is far from easy. But I'm hanging in there. Because like you, I'm strong.
And since I watched you get through your situation with your mom, I know that I myself can get through anything. We're survivors.